"A mosquito bite?"
The man's thin lips opened slightly as he repeated Fu Shang's words.
His deep blue eyes were fixed on Fu min the whole time, like the first handful of snow water in winter, clean and pure, but there was a deep sadness in his eyes, making people's hearts break.
"Master, do you think I'm an idiot?"
Fu Shang was speechless.
No, I didn't. I was just saying it casually.
Don't take it seriously!
Don't look at your dear master like you're looking at a scumbag!
Cylaire's fingertips caressed Fu Shang's white neck, and he used a little more force. He said in a hoarse voice, ""This is clearly a Hickey."
"Who left this behind? I'm a little ... I'm just curious."
No, not just curious.
More than that, it was jealousy.
In the robot's deep blue eyes, there was a flash of light. It was dark and flickering with emotions similar to that of humans. It was extremely complicated.
It was only for a moment.
